I was young once, yes I was, said the mother to the son
I was younger than you now, come close, I'll tell you how
It happened
Well this is a photograph of me on my front lawn
A window to the past, of me in a corsage, going to prom
Going to prom
Going to prom
And this is a photograph of me in my first home
Never thought that I could call a place my own
There's nothing wrong here, there's nothing wrong dear
There's nothing wrong with me
With me
With me
And this is a photograph of me with my first born
His eyes your same eyes, his soul is your same soul
Screaming at life into the light
Gasping for breath 'til there's nothing left
Here is your body, here is your chest
Here is your hunger, here is my breast
I was young once yes I was, said the mother to the son
I was younger than you now, can someone tell me how
It happened
And why did it happen to me
And it's gonna happen to you
And what's gonna happen to you
Babe when it happens to you
What's gonna happen to you